"Buy!" Tana sighed and transferred the money to him. Now that no one has been caught, 36 million have been thrown in. If someone else gets there first, then the more than 30 million will really be wasted.
"Refreshing!" Franklin cheered immediately after seeing the payment information and then purchased Hank Pym's quantum computer virus package. As long as he purchased this package, there would be one more skill in the skill bar in the future. It was similar to a mechanic's exoskeleton blueprint.
"Purchase successful!" Soon, a file package was sent to Franklin's computer.
"What next?" Looking at Franklin, who was almost immersed in computer data, Tana couldn't help but urge. The infiltration team was still in SHIELD. The longer they stayed, the greater the chance of being exposed.
"It's so profound..." Franklin sighed with emotion and then relayed the instructions he just saw. "I will transfer the virus package to the electronic controller installed in advance. As long as there is an abnormality in SHIELD's network, the virus will quietly track it and invade its body. The transmission takes five minutes. The infiltration team can install the signal locator." Once the locator was installed, the signal would be transmitted to the space-based artillery satellite in low-Earth orbit. Half an hour would be enough for the virus to be transmitted and for the team to retreat.
"That's good!" Tana breathed a sigh of relief and then gave the order to the infiltration team. At the same time, a message was also sent to Elson.
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The figures of the infiltration team slowly emerged in the void and then followed the instructions of the mechanical spider to the installation location of the signal locator.
In front of an old computer, they stared at the bloated display screen, reminiscent of the 1990s television sets.
"Okay, Skylin, get ready to place the bag!"
A team member wearing camouflage clothing and a dark mask, whose gender was unclear, stepped forward and took out a round positioning device from their backpack. An explosive was also placed on the back of the device. Just as they were about to set the device, a rustling sound of electricity suddenly echoed in the quiet computer room.
"Who is it?!"
"Zizzizi..." An old computer screen in front of them suddenly lit up, and with a burst of data flowing, a face appeared on the screen.
"Zola!" Everyone instinctively stepped back, their weapons raised.
The image on the screen belonged to Dr. Zola—his massive head and eerie expression unmistakable.
"When did you get in?!!!" Zola's voice was filled with shock and anger. He had been tracking hacked data, yet his own base had been infiltrated without his notice.
"Bang!" The team leader punched the display screen, shattering it instantly before turning around.
"Skylin! Set the device!"
"Locator! You are players!" Dr. Zola's voice suddenly echoed from another monitor.
"You dare to go against Hydra?!" Along with the sharp roar, a rapid alarm blared throughout SHIELD's headquarters.
Ignoring Zola's outburst, the infiltration team quickly completed their mission and rushed to leave the scene.
"Quick! Someone has infiltrated the computer room!"
"Da-da-da..." The sound of hurried footsteps filled the corridors outside.
Soon, Hydra agents arrived at the door of the computer room. Slowing their approach, they gripped their pistols tightly, preparing to storm in. However, as soon as an agent reached the entrance, a high-pitched electronic alarm blared.
"Didi!!!" They barely had time to react before they spotted the sensor bomb near the door. Their pupils shrank in horror as they turned to run.
"Boom!!!" A violent explosion erupted, sending flames and debris flying as the entrance collapsed into ruins. The agents closest to the door were caught in the blast, their fate uncertain.
"Da-da-da!!!" More hurried footsteps approached as reinforcements arrived. They stopped in their tracks, stunned by the devastation before them.
"Don't worry about them for now! We need to get inside the computer room. The infiltrators must have installed the signal locator!" One of the Hydra agents suddenly realized the mission's urgency.
"Half an hour... it's too late..." Another agent grimaced at the rubble-blocked corridor.
"It's better to request an evacuation..."
"Or, we can bet that the space-based cannon mentioned by the platform is just a bluff."
After all, space-based cannons were still conceptual weapons. Even if one was produced, it would take years. How could it be operational so soon?
"Ask the director for instructions!"
After sending their request, they didn't remain at the site but hastened their retreat. Regardless of the response, staying there was a death sentence.
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Alexander Pierce sat in the command room, listening to Dr. Zola's frantic reports. He glanced at the aerospace aircraft carrier, engulfed in battle, and at the invading players surrounding the base. The situation was spiraling out of control.
At this point, staying meant certain death.
"Keep monitoring!" he ordered before calmly leaving the command room.
For Hydra, sacrificing these operatives alongside the base was an acceptable outcome.
Pierce navigated through secret corridors and reached a hidden hangar. Inside, a sleek stealth fighter—Iceberg—awaited him. Without hesitation, he climbed aboard.
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"Guys, we need to speed up! Hellfire has already placed the locator. In half an hour, the space-based cannon will obliterate this place!"
"Fifteen minutes! We only have fifteen minutes!"
"If we want this aerospace aircraft carrier as our guild base, we have to act now!"
After receiving Tana's urgent message, Elson relayed final instructions to the guild members.
Hearing this, the special team on the aerospace aircraft carrier intensified their attack.
Possessing an aerospace aircraft carrier would cement their status as the number one guild.
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"Click, click, click..." Crossbones fired his rifle continuously, but the bullets had no effect. Frustrated, he discarded the weapon and clenched his fists.
Opposite him, Dr. Otto advanced leisurely, his mechanical tentacles sparking as they deflected the gunfire. The metal limbs twisted and curled menacingly.
"Sir, I'm quite curious about your superpowers," Otto mused with a smirk. "Would you be so kind as to demonstrate?"